Heather !

Keith Lyndon Baines Johnson pushed the two wheeler filled with bins of supply across the dirt parking lot towards the upstage set of b and stable. He was unquiet to get set up before too many arrival for today's rodeo, and as a stable hand, he needed to be set up when the riders showed up.

Behind him, his wife broom was gathering her own supplying, arranging food in her coolers so that she could bike them to the opposite incline underneath the metal bleachers where her hot dog bandstand was located. She and her married man worked every rodeo they could and the extra income helped in raising their two young daughters.

Heather was feeling soundly. The day was hot but the skies were exculpate and she expected a big gang. Anticipating the heat, the 37 yr old blonde had dressed lightly wearing a loaded pink tee shirt with a best neck line above myopic shorts. Since the intellectual nourishment John Wilkes Booth were located under the far bleachers, she didn't have to concern about baking in the sun, she only had to stay cool as best she could.

Her rig was new. Heather had finally regained her shape after working hard to suffer the excess weight she had put on during her two pregnancies. Now, she had a tight waist and she was pleased that her breasts had stayed plump and firm. She worked out three times a week, focusing mostly on her bottom and her leg and the results were evidently to see. She knew that many of her Male customers bought their food from her not because of her cooking, but because they liked to gaze and she loved being the center of their tending. There weren't many regulars at the issue that hadn't paid more than a piffling attention to her ample breast and she chose her bras carefully so that just a little, but not too much, tit showed through when they perked up.

Closing the back of the mini-van, broom pushed one cooler ahead of her and awkwardly pulled the former hind end. Her path to nutrient station was a long one. Parking was on the opposite side of the bleachers and she would have to walk along their distance, cross the binding face of the field and cut under the tall metal Bench before she arrived at her terminus.

The near bleachers had once been open underneath but after shop at fights, teen necking, drunks passing out and the relentless wind that blew trash under the stone's throw, management had installed heavy vinyl screens attached to the steel supports with thick corduroy running through grommets. The screens were attached about 6 inches above the ground and continued up about 8 infantry so that the entire section under the bleachers was screened from passing view.

Kevin Dillon and matte Miller stood together inside the screened in arena and peered through slits between the screens and the uprights watching Heather descend closer. in the beginning, they had cut one of the thick cords in purchase order to slue in and under the structure where they drank a little and smoked some of Kevin's weed. Each of the 24 twelvemonth old men were there to be rodeo merry andrew and both had previously met Heather when dressed in their costumes. Like many client, they drooled over her alluring bosom and shapely figure and often discussed what they'd do with her if they ever got a chance. Over the preceding month they conspired to accept their way with her and today they intended to espouse through with their plan.

"Here she comes ”, said Kevin as he watched her curvy torso tug and pull the heavy cooler along the unsmooth path.

"Anyone else around ”, asked Matt as he walked closer to the edge of the bleachers.

"Nope ”, replied Kevin."Looks like we got lucky."

broom had broken into a light stew as she walked along the path. She hated parking so far away and she really wanted her married man to set her up first so that she could forfend most of the grunt work but today they were running late and she had to go it alone. Her physical structure ached and she knew that she'd be setting up a spa naming for Monday afternoon with Cheryl, her masseuse and new best friend.

"Get ready ”, said Kevin as Heather walked towards the men hiding behind the filmdom. If she had looked down, she'd have noticed the two pairs of cowboy boots just under the edge of the vinyl radical but she was too interest about keeping the coolers upright as she navigated the furrow path.

Heather passed close to the now unsecured silver screen and the two men stepped out behind her. Kevin took the lead.

"Hey, I can help with that ”, he said. Scots heather spun around surprised by the voice. Kevin grabbed the handle of one cooler and Matt took the early.

"Oh no….I'm finely"she said, her spokesperson quivering slightly.

"Yeah well, I don't think so"said Matt as he pulled the cooler handle and grabbed her waistline. Her cry was muffled by his big hand and with a tug, he pulled her off her feet and dragged her into the darkened and screened arena under the bleacher. Kevin pulled the ice chest in behind him and wheeled them out of the way before following Matt.

ling was struggling, her centre wide with fear. Matt stood at 6'3"and had a muscular physique. He never took his hands from her oral cavity even as he pulled her to the reason. Kevin strode over laughing softly as he watched the middling girl struggle. From his pouch, he pulled the 8 foundation distance of heavy corduroy that had once been attached to the screen. Folding it in half, he quickly wrapped it around the girls neck before running the unleash ends into the cringle he had made. With a spry jerk, he tightened it and the ligature began to cut off her air supply.

"Shut the fuck up"Kevin whispered. Like Matt, he was marvellous and strong, dressed in a blue plaid shirt and dusty jeans along with leather cowboy chaps.

"I really don't forethought what happens to you so just fuckin'behave ”.

Heather stopped struggling and the two men worked to lay her fully down on her back, the cord still wrapped around her neck.

"Get her stuff off"grunted Kevin, as he kneeled by her foreland. flatness quickly tugged the charwoman's sneakers off and reached for her belt.

"Nooo…."moaned broom as she felt her belt being unbuckled. The cord tightened and she stopped, her chest heave as she began to panic.

The man finished opening the buckle and unsnapped the release of her shorts before unzipping them and pulling them off of her farseeing legs. He smiled as he glanced up at her pink pantie that had slid down a few inches when her shortstop were pulled off. Slowly, he ran his deal up her inner leg increasing his pleasure as he moved closer to her crotch.

"Nnnnnnnnno….please…"Heather whispered.

Kevin leaned down close to her ear as he watched matt reach for the bound of her panties.

"Stop it baby, this isn't hurting you. He's just going to get a good look at the sweet cunt of yours. That's all. Wan na see ?"

At that, Kevin reached behind Calluna vulgaris neck and grabbed a fistful of her golden blonde haircloth. Gripping it tightly he lifted her point up until she was staring down at her splayed legs watching Matt begin to tug at her pink panties. Heather sobbed and sniffled as teardrop rolled down her face. Her breasts heaved as she watched the man at her feet slowly pull her underwear down exposing he neatly shaved twat to the leering men.

lustrelessness yanked the panties off of her feet and grabbed her ankle tightly with both hands. Spreading her branch, he looked up at Kevin and nodded.

Kevin released Heather's fuzz and quickly reached across her physical structure to catch the posterior of her tap tee shirt. Gruffly, he pulled it up and over her bosom, exposing her sheer, pink bra before tugging it over her shoulders and off her head.

"soul likes pink ”, Kevin laughed staring at her trembling cleavage as the near naked woman twitched in fear.

"Yeah me !"replied Matt still holding the fair sex 's branch open while eyeing her fleshy incision with eager eyes.

"Hehe, me too !"

Kevin reached for the bottom of ling's bra and swiftly tugged it up and over her now nude eubstance. As her coat of arms swung up to allow the bra to be removed, Kevin grabbed them and stretched Heather's body out, pulling her taught while Matt held her feet. The heaving breast now fully stretched out were topped by light brown, difficult tit and them two men delighted in looking down at their prey.

matt started first, letting one ankle go and reaching for her divulge twat. Touching it, he rubbed his fingerbreadth along her labia before pinching the skin around her hooded clit. Heather moaned again and Kevin responded by once Thomas More grabbing a knot of hair and pulling her head up so that she could watch out the man defile her. Secure in his grasp, Kevin let go of her arm and grabbed her copious nipple in his big hands, rolling them around and pinching her mamilla. He leaned over to look at Matt slide a fingerbreadth into the woman's pussy and then slid back up to lick her dark-brown tips.

"She wet yet ?"asked Matt.

"Not really but she will be. They all get wet. Can't help it. They're all slattern and her twat will be slick veridical soon"

"Just fuck her then, we don't have all day"stated Matt.

"Yeah, you're right. Hold her"

Matt pulled the girlfriend head up again and Heather watched as Kevin pulled his blue jean and shorts down to reveal a midst and intemperate phallus. She moaned a little and cried a lot as the man settled back down between her legs and leaned forward putting the tip of his penis against her pussy lips. With her head held firmly in spot, she watched as the raper began sliding his thick cock into her cunt, his body inching towards her expression as he wormed his muscle into her shaking body. Fully inside her, he tilted his head up and looked into her rip filled eyes.

"Now now, don't cry. I'm not just fucking you. I'm loving you too ”. Without warning he kissed her fully on her lips causing the woman to sway her head trying to get him to finish. He pulled his head away and focused his attention to screwing the crying cleaning lady under his lurching soundbox.

Kevin began long, firmly solidus into the pinned down woman while she watched her own ravishment. From prison term to clock time Matt reached down to cup her bosom or pinch her nipples. His tight hold on her hair forced heather mixture to watch the man buck her and she winced as clock time and again his midst humanity pounded into her unwilling eubstance.

"HEATHER… ..."came a aloof voice.

ling caught her breathing space, freezing at the sound of her hubby representative. It sounded like it came from across the field, probably where the hot dog station was. He was looking for her. Neither man knew what had just happened and Calluna vulgaris was torn between calling out for supporter and keeping silent for her own safety and to invalidate the unmentionable overplus of being seen during a trigger-happy sexual assault.

"HEATHER…."called the vocalization again.

Kevin increased his pace while the pitiful woman watched her body being raped. His farsighted and fatheaded penis was shiny ; slippery with what Heather knew was her own juices, created by her vagina as it betrayed her emotions, producing satiny juice that allowed a recollective cock to penetrate her easily.

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out and heather looked down at his twitching brawniness. She knew he had been close to climax and she held out reprobate hope that he would just place his shaft back inside of her and finish. In her own mind, the Oklahoman the men could blunder out, the Oklahoman she could sort out what had just happened and move on with her spirit. Even now, her head held by a grinning man so that she could watch herself be violated, she found it hard to believe that less than five or so proceedings ago she was trudging happily along, bore to fix hot hotdog for thirsty cowhand and fans.

"Good Shepherd she's honorable now"said Kevin."You want some ? ”.

"I want her mouth"answered Matt as he fingered her stiffened nipples.

"summersault her over then"muttered Kevin, stroking his erecting and watching Matt work the char's breasts.

"Get out the way then bro'” Matt ordered, dropping ling's point and sliding back a little. broom heard clothes shambling and the classifiable clink of a knock buckle and zipper being drawn down. Matt moved a little and then Scots heather felt his hired man on her shoulders. She looked up to see him kneeling over her. Out of the recess of her eye she saw a bobbing penis, thick but not quite surd on display. He had opened his jeans to transfer his manhood and it stuck lewdly out between his leather chaps.

Kevin grabbed her ankles again and in loose unison, the men managed to flip Heather over onto her stomach. Kevin spread her ramification again before running his hardened hands across her exposed ass and back, brushing the dirt and obscenity off her supple consistency. Heather lay still, quietly crying and knowing that she would soon be forced to perform unwritten sex on lustrelessness. She felt Kevin waddle up between her bed cover legs and she felt the familiar spirit smacking of a hard-boiled prick drop on her ass cheek.

The men above her made some motions with their hands and laughed a little over something heather mixture didn't understand. Then, she felt a warm dribble of fluid land between her ass cheeks and begin to run down, puddling around her asshole. A here and now later another hot puddle hit the top of her butt, following the same path as the first.

Calluna vulgaris was momentarily relieved. She believed that Kevin had ejaculated and was dropping his sperm on her exposed merchantman. While she knew that Matt would still fuck her mouth, she was convinced that Kevin was now just a viewer. Not that she hadn't heard of men who could cum and still fuck, it was just that she had never met one. Or even had one of her girlfriend talk about their man with fantastic staying power.

"OK"she heard Kevin say. Matt reached into her hair once again, balling a handful into his prominent hand and yanked her head up high up. When heather mixture's face was nearly to the height of mat's own center, he locked his gaze onto hers. Her organic structure was pulled upward as if she was striking a perverse yoga move with her heavy chest swaying just barely off the footing. Her nipples occasionally swept the dust and stain as she heaved intimation of air wondering what was following to happen.

lustrelessness continued to stare deeply into the blueish optic of the crying adult female as Kevin reached under heather mixture's stomach and lifted her up a little. In the eyes of her raper, this was as in effect as it gets. A frustrate woman, breasts approachable, ass lifted, legs spread and confronted with two aegir cocks about to violate her.

With her ass now lifted higher, Kevin spread the woman's ass cheeks and confirmed that his spittle had pooled in her rosebud motherfucker. Pleased with the puddle, Kevin moved forward and placed the tip of his genus Phallus against and slightly into broom's small-scale hole.

Scots heather lurched forward, vainly trying to forefend what she knew was about to take space.

"No no no no no no ... I can't..it won't….I've never….please don't…..I've never ... please, I'll suck it but don't….. ”.

"Sorry ma'am….I just have to"reply Kevin as he pushed hard against Heather's asshole.

Heather started to scream but quickly felt the cord tighten. Instead of making noise she pushed hard to close her overt legs only to feel them demote up against Kevin's brawny body. His cover pressure sensation frightened her and she started to panic. She had never let a man into her ass and her deepest secret was letting her masseuse, Cheryl, pleasure her this way during nearly every session at the spa. Cheryl was marvellous, rangy and experienced in what made women happy and after working hard massaging Heather she always ended it with her tongue on Heather's clit working circles on it until broom had raised her hips far off the table while bordering on sexual relief. But the real conjuring trick was when Cheryl inserted her well lubed centre finger into Scots heather's anus, triggering the massive flood tide that each of them enjoyed so often. Never had a man found his way into heather mixture's backside. That was about to change.

As he forced his dick against her lubed hole, the drumhead of his penis began to form progress and Heather quickly understood that she would misplace this engagement. Still, she clenched tightly, determined to hold the man off even if it meant that she'd pay for her resistor in other ways.

"HEATHER….. ”.

Her name was being called again, this time very much close. heather panicked. Afraid that her husband would see her being debased, she once again decided that getting it over with was her best option. Relaxing her gap legs and pushing back a little in her seawall, she let Kevin pop into her ass. storm, he stopped a minute and looked down to confirm that he was, in fact, inside her bum.

"Got her ”, Kevin exclaimed before pushing the residuum of his pecker into her rectum. lustrelessness stared into her eyes as Kevin sent the length of his phallus up her chute for the first metre. Heather's centre widened and tears popped out of their corners as she felt her gut take up with thick, hard meat. Her mouth opened to cry out but she held off even as Kevin bumped up against her bum, his penis now fully in the cleaning woman's ass.

"God, that's good. Won't hold up long buddy in event you want some too. Thought you wanted her mouth ..."

Matt blinked and then got to work. He twisted Heather's head to bespeak own at his own swaying cock and then directed her pretty face to meet his hard-on. Heather tried to avoid impinging with the man's phallus, unwilling to be spit roasted by these two sordid somebody but when the cord tightened momentarily, she gave in and opened her back talk with lustrelessness buried his cock in her makeup stained face.

His phallus wasn't Brobdingnagian but it was as very much as Calluna vulgaris had ever taken. In a split indorsement it bumped against the binding of her throat and the familiar gagging notion overcame her. expectoration and coughing around his muscle she fought the urge to throw up before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him into her throat.

mat sighed, feeling her mouth and throat wrap around his raging shaft and he pulled the woman's fuzz up, forcing her to fellate him against her will and at his pace. Kevin pulled slowly out of her backside and then, mostly out, he stroked back into her again causing Heather to whimper in pain her caput bobbed up and down on flatness's thickening penis.

"HEATHER….."came her figure again, now on this side of the field and easily within shouting distance if she could induce done anything except suck in cock.

Kevin had picked up his step, her anus having adapted to the frightful violation and the man was breathing heavily as he fucked her raised bum. matte was now fully erect and found that he was able to let go of Heather's hair and just let her bob on his cock as if it were her estimation. He reached down and under her trunk, finding her large bosom and he eagerly fondled her nipples as she deep throated her rapist.

Kevin began to lose dominance. He had been in her slippery pussy and now he was stroking her tight rectum. His cock couldn't take much more of the blonde woman's reluctant treats. flatness noticed his protagonist tense up and knew that Kevin was make to pop. He glanced down to see Kevin's long penis pistoning in and out of ling's rosebud asshole and the lot took him to the edge first.

Heather knew what was happening and began to rue hoping for them to finish. Inside her bottom, Kevin's cock felt incredibly boastfully and he was hurting her as he swelled. Her mouth was sore at the English and she began to reverence how she would treat Matt's load. She was never cracking at swallowing but her husband Keith loved it so a good deal that she sometimes obliged him by allowing him to drop a fulfil load into her obedient oral fissure. But her husband hadn't raped her and the two men above her were stranger and one of them was about to blunder out into her ass.

Kevin moaned deeply and let his first jet of semen go deep into Calluna vulgaris's bottom. At nearly the Lapplander sentence, ling felt the companion final beau of cock as matt began his transfer of cum into Heather's throat. His timing was unfortunate as broom had began to get down frantically in edict to make distance for more ejaculate. But she swallowed slightly before he dropped his cum into her mouth and his endorse spurt backed up onto his first. Heather found her mouth filled with unenviable cum and she frantically swished it around to crap blank space for more as her mouth raper spurted again and again. In malice of her exertion, gobs of sticky semen escaped from her mouth and calumniate across her impudence and chin.

Kevin kept his cock deep in Heather's unwilling ass as he unloaded his hot jism. She felt it splatter in her rectum as he jerked and twitched, releasing ropes of hot goo into her derriere. She had never felt as filled up as she did at that present moment. Two men, cock trench in either side of her, shooting gobs of jizz into her holes.

"HEATHER…. ”. The voice wasn't to a greater extent than 30 yards away. Heather could see her husbands the boot under the screens that kept her and her raper from his view.

"HEATHER…. ”.

"What the fuck ?"said Kevin, pulling out from her ass, creating an audible popping noise as the chief of his prick emerged.

"Who the roll in the hay is that ?"

"I don't know"gasped flatness, still pumping into Heather's mouth."Just let me finish ”.

He spurted twice more and Heather swallowed promptly having now timed her sucking and swallowing with his jet. A second later, he pulled her hair back up and his still pulsing cock emerged from her lipstick smeared face.

"Let's get out of here ”, said Matt."We're late anyway ”.

The men stood and fixed themselves while Heather lay on the ground, nude painting and crying.

"What about her"asked matte."Should we do what we agreed ?"

heather mixture shivered, wondering what that meant.

"Yup ”, replied Kevin.

The men grabbed Heather and dragged her up. A little of matt's cum had found it's way into her heart and she felt a conversant sting as her visual modality got fuzzy.

"HEATHER….."called Keith, now barely twenty thou away.

Kevin took the corduroy from around Heather's neck opening and tied it quickly around her wrists in front of her. Dragging her nude and dirty, stained trunk to the cheeseparing steel upright, the men lifted her subdivision high above her headway, hooking the cord over a crossbreeding piece and tying a flying but hardy knot.

Heather stood nude on her tip toes, swaying slightly and dancing against her will as she struggled to stay upright. Each man slapped her bare ass and crudely grabbed her mammilla and pussy one last time.

"Thank you ma'am"said Kevin as they walked away savoring the view of her nude and abused consistence, hands high in the air, bosom and pussy on full exhibit. A cut trickle of semen emerged from her prat and ran down Heather's inner thigh. The men grabbed her discarded underwear, placing her tiny panties into her back talk and wrapping her bra around her neck before tightening it between her teeth to create a lewd gag. They kicked the repose of apparel further under the stands before stepping back to and taking one cobbler's last look.

"HEATHER….."cried Keith just as two men emerged from under the bleacher.

"Who ?"said Kevin looking up to see Keith approaching.

"Heather. My wife. blonde. pinko top. watch her ?"

"Not for sure ”, said Kevin."But I'm sure she's around here someplace. Probably not far. goodness fate !"

Keith walked away as his wife, just a few groundwork away felt her tears stream down her cum splattered fount.

"HEATHER…..".